He let out a long breath of stale air, his eyes filled with contemplation.
"It's been so long. I've entered quite a few ancient tombs, but this is the first time I've seen an upright coffin."
After thinking for a moment, he strode over to the coffin, gripped the edge of its lid, and pushed hard, slowly sliding it open.
The coffin lid carried a tremendous suction force, as though resisting his strength.
But in the end, it still could not withstand Li Qing's immense power.
The coffin slowly opened, revealing an upright Daoist before him.
The Daoist was fair-faced and beardless, appearing to be around thirty years old. His eyes were peacefully shut as he stood silently against the bottom of the coffin.
His arms hung at his sides. His fingernails were long and sharp, while green fuzz grew across the backs of his hands.
He wore a peculiar garment: a dark gray Daoist robe with strange patterns flowing across it, still clearly visible even now.
Yet Li Qing was somewhat stunned. "Why is it empty?"
The Daoist was clearly right before his eyes, yet Li Qing seemed unable to see him at all.
Just then, the Daoist suddenly opened his eyes. They were deathly pale, with only two black dots for pupils.
His gaze locked onto Li Qing, and he pounced in an instant.
His claws silently seized Li Qing's chest, piercing straight through his body.
At the same time, a gaping, blood-filled maw suddenly opened and swallowed Li Qing's head whole.
Crack.
Li Qing's head was bitten to pieces.
But the next instant, Li Qing dissolved into countless strands of lust power and vanished.
Li Qing reappeared outside the tomb. Based on all his past experience, he always left a mark before entering any burial ground.
Confusion